Chapter 802: Guangchuan Xun Clan

Wealthy, powerful clans received many visitors.

Some visitors were of high status, others ordinary, or merely representatives of esteemed guests.

The main gate opened only for esteemed guests.

When Lin Daiyu entered the Jia residence, the family did not open the main gate to greet her; she was carried in through a side gate.

Inside the side gate lay a narrow alley, where the most ordinary visitors—such as those come to beg for favors—sat on long wooden benches.

Ordinary visitors representing noble patrons

Yet ahead were Lu He, thirteen and a jieyuan; Jin Chengzhan, fifteen; Jiang Yao, seventeen; Zhen Wei, nineteen; Zhu Pengju, eighteen. Or rather, all were teenage boys.

Wei Qinghuai, as the elder brother, did not dislike his sister Wei Qingwan, but found her childish: she talked too much and made too many demands; once on the street, she would surely want this and that, perhaps even drag them to find Ling Junze.

While complaining, he opened the luggage compartment and diligently calculated polygonal combinations.

Since he last messaged her about Qin MoShang’s warning, they had barely communicated.

Xu Bibo had seen many before, but her mindset then differed from now, as she gazed again at her orchid-and-stone painting.

Upon seeing the message, her tense expression softened unconsciously, her long eyes holding a gentle smile.

——Tea Egg, when will the next chapter of the free comic update? Hehe, we’ve been waiting so long.

A few steps away, Ye Moxing listened while meticulously slicing meat; his pine-like figure, graceful motions, performing such an earthly task, felt as if he were playing a zither and burning incense—serene and uplifting.

Aside from Chaochao’s supporters cursing, only a few pure gaming nerds and King of Glory fans expressed confusion.

As the wedding march had not yet ended, the burly man in a flashy plaid shirt stepped out of the guest lounge and said to her, “Please spare a moment,” and Huai Zhen felt no tension—indeed, she sighed in relief.

Watching this, the many boys on the basketball court each grew envious, their eyes turning red.

For the adorable Tata, he never stinted on equipment or resources; Tata had given far too much to this team.

The entire “Trojan Horse Project” seemed pointless—if the Fireseed System still did not know the exact location of the New Continent System, how could they carry out this plan?

Yam strengthens the spleen and stomach, replenishes kidney qi, and benefits those of her age; Ma Shi understood these things.

Since they had spread lies and slandered Su Mulan first, Bai Shi Tang, as her husband, was entirely justified in defending her—even if he beat them, the village head would not say a word against it.

After all, they were outsiders; they must be questioned clearly, especially those arriving in carriages—if they were child snatchers or other villains, they must not be let in.

The two clasped hands, then simultaneously unleashed immense spiritual power.

In an instant, it struck the crimson shield; the powerful force pierced through it, and the shell exploded within the fused monster’s body.

But weaving cotton thread into a dense, crisscrossed netting was different—the filling remained flat and soft, both pleasing to the eye and comfortable to cover with.

Yet at this moment, they spoke out, each praising the other, then both burst into laughter.

In mere moments, Ye Qingnan calmed his expression; a flicker of flame emerged in his hand, forming a fire-rope that coiled around the herbs, slowly refining them—no alchemical furnace needed.

Upon hearing this, many nearby were displeased; several mercenaries’ eyes flashed with hostility, growing angry—but since they did not know the other’s background, they dared not act. After all, the Central Plains held countless nobles; misstep once, and one would be crushed.

She hesitated, then did not lift it; after all, it was kind intent, and more onlookers gathered around—she could not pretend not to see.